I am a first-generation American, born in Atlanta, Georgia and raised by immigrants in the 1970s and 80s. With these three cultures, I attended Roman Catholic schools where in addition to basic catechism, I was taught and continue to learn important things like…
"If you don’t discipline yourself, someone else probably will."
"Jesus probably never interrupted anyone mid-sentence, so learn to wait your turn."
"Haste makes waste”.  (Thank you Sister Mary Ellen)
I’ve lived in Atlanta all my life and I’ve travelled to different cities and countries every year since I was a toddler. Though I’ve harbored a clandestine lust for an artistic, gypsy, wayward life, I was too practical (and too chicken) to every go through with it! I also spent decades never believing I could express myself artistically.
I came to terms with my love for making photographs, but I have been  much longer. I learned to read early, won a few creative writing awards in school, majored in foreign language literature, and got a Master’s in linguistics. Then for no apparent reason, I took a fast left turn in 1998 away from language teaching into technology. 
The innate curiosity that drove me to pull apart transistor radios at the age of eight was repurposed into a love for tech, media, photography and visual arts…but it would be over a decade until I could really touch that love for arts.
Since then, I’ve honed my skills at creating photographs, taken lots of classes, won a few meager recognitions, started my own street photography group, built a darkroom in my home, have had my prints in a couple of gallery showings, been in a couple of festivals, got a few photos published in magazines and have had a lot of ups and downs with my process. 
I’ve learned the beauty and pain of sitting meditation and other methods of mindfulness practice. Because of my roots, I cultivated a deep love for quality food. And I have cultivated the finest of friendships, learned some hard lessons and ultimately, have had much success in finding myself, but I’m still getting to know her. 
However, nothing has affected and changed me more as a person and as a photographer than the time I spent as primary caregiver for my mother before she died in December of 2018. 
I feel compelled to share how my creative pursuits got me to this place. I use my images here on this site as a way of communicating what I continue to learn.

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